 Girl I wanna die in yer arms tonight, really don’t care bout the wrong or right
The fruit is forbidden but it’s sweet and it’s ripe,
Think I’m gon’ pick me some and take me a bite
Baby girl looks so good, she walks so mean
Got a vicious little sway, I think she’s semi-obscene
She’ll pick ya bones clean, oh my god she’s so fine
She sweeter than the dew out on the grapes on the vine
Ima pick’er, Ima squeez’er, Ima make me some wine
Ima drink’er til im crazy, Ima drink til I’m blind
Ima touch her so good
ima treat her so fine
Ima make love to her soul
Im gonna fuck’er with her mind
Im gonna die in yer arms tonight
I really don’t care bout the wrong or right
The fruit is forbidden but it’s sweet and it’s ripe,
Think I’m gon’ pick me some & take me a bite
Baby girl acts so proper, like daddy’s littler daughter,
A wolf in sheep’s clothing leading lambs out to the slaughter
She’s lookin’ so young, she’s smellin’ so pretty
She’s a junkie on a binge, and her drug is the city
She’s a vicious little biddy,
Attitude is shitty
An’ if I get my way she pro’ly gonna come home with me
Talkin’ good for nothin’
Eyes were made for cryin’
Bombs were made for droppin’
Girl yer arms are made for dyin
Ima die in yer arms tonight, I really don’t care bout the wrong or right
The fruit is forbidden but it’s sweet and it’s ripe,
Think I’m gon’ pick me some and take me a bite
Ima die in yer arms tonight, I really don’t care bout the wrong or right
The fruit is forbidden but it’s sweet and it’s ripe,
Think I’m gon’ pick me some and take me a bite
Die in yer arms tonight
Care bout the wrong or right
Forbidden by it’s sweet and it’s ripe
Pick me some and take me a bite
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